Mythian looked over at the girls. "Look at them, all of them horrid, all they speak of is balls and dresses and men, maddening" she said, clearly hating the girls, but she smiled and waved at them anyway.

Mythian looked back at him "Simple, they are useful, they are daughters of nobles, and lord's, I need to keep up my appearance now don't I? And if you stay on their food sides, good things will come" she said with a slight smirk at Mordred,

Mythian shrugged "just thought you should know that they all want you to pick one of them to marry, they all have dreams of turning your wicked ways around and being the one that makes you good of heart" Mythian said desperately trying to keep in her laughter.

Mordred snorted. "I have no interest in women like that. As for changing me, I don't see that happening."

A sharp "Mordred!" caught his attention and his blue eyes brightened.

Offering her a half bow, he said, "My turn to spar. Good day, De'Fluer." As he sprinted to the green space, his lip curled when the girls followed to watch. But his attention was drawn to his opponent. The young man was a head taller than Mordred and his muscles were far more pronounced. He eyed Mordred like he was a piece of dirt.

"You cannot mean me to fight this twig," he snorted.

"Scared?" Mordred taunted. Adrenaline flooded his veins, he couldn't wait to show this oaf not to underestimate him.

Mythian watched closely in her own spot from the other girls. She watched as the taller man swung his sword down at Mordred, he was sparing nothing in his attack on Mordred. And she was watching Mordred win, she couldn't hide her smile as she watched from the shadows.

Catching the other blade with his own, Mordred twisted, wrenching the hilt from his opponent's hand. The taller boy stared at him, eyes blazing. A smirk tugged at Mordred's mouth for a moment before he sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

The sound of footsteps behind him was his only warning. There wasn't time to draw his weapon so he spun. He hissed as a blade sliced across his right arm. Cursing, he tugged his sword free. Sore loser, he snarled silently, barely blocking another strike. As his opponent drew back for another attack, Mordred found the opening he needed. Ducking beneath the blade, he swept in close to the other male and ran the edge of his blade lightly across the boy's chest before sweeping up to rest the edge against the exposed throat. The brown eyes widened as the other boy tried to look at the blade against his Adam's apple.

"Want to try that again?" Mordred snarled, too focused on his opponent to notice his shadow stirring.

Mordred raised an eyebrow at her before lowering his sword. "I don't think that's necessary. But if you wish to, go ahead." Studying the wound on his arm, he swore. He was getting sloppy if the other boy had injured him so easily.

Mythian looked at Mordred "Come Mordred, let us get that stitched up" she said wrapping one of her arms around Mordred's unharmed armed and gently tugged him back towards the school to take him to a nurse maid. "My my, Mordred the so strong and tough, marred by a little blade" she teased him.

"It's hardly a 'mar', Mythian," Mordred told her. "And I doubt it needs stiches." He glanced at her, mentally shaking his head. Sometimes she was easy to read and other times he couldn't even begin to guess what was going through her head. From what little time he'd spent with her he knew she wasn't fond of him and would use him to help her image. So the fact that she spoke to him at all, let alone lead him to the nurse didn't fit. Her brown hair ((I saw the picture you posted in her description. I'm hoping I get this right. If not, I can change it.)) brushed his arm and her hand was gentle.

A few hours later, Mordred stood outside Mythian's door. After debating the wisdom of such an action for what felt like hours, he lifted a hand and knocked. Waiting for a response, he fidgeted with the bandage on his arm.

Mythian opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. She wore her hair in a loose braid, and a robe over her night dress. She quietly closed the door and offered him on of the chairs in the room and sat in the other herself. "Thank you for coming, I was beginning to think you afraid to"

Mythian offered Mordred a cup of team taking her sweet time. She sipped her own tea then decided to just ask. "I want you to ask my father for my hand in marriage, I need to remarry to keep up wealth, and as your Prince, I would be a princess, what a title that is, and you of course would be spared of taking the hand of one of the chattering twits you so desperately despise"

Mythian shook her head "no, I'm practical, were both attractive, and we may not like each other, but that is not so important in a marriage, but you speak to me more then anyone, so I assume I am preferable to a chattering idiot. I will wed you for a title, and for you, you'll make your family proud marrying a nobelmans daughter, I have riches of my own, and being married has certain...perks...you will be able to have. And we hardly have to see each other, we'll be so wealthy we can have two separate manor's if we want"

"I have never cared for what my family thinks and I'm not suicidal enough to marry a woman like you," Mordred said. "Surely there are others who'd be willing to marry you so long as you don't speak often. And why me? You yourself brought up the rumors of my heritage."

There went one of his best excuses other than he wouldn't put it past her to attempt his murder. "You're rather persistent about this," he growled. "What would be in it for me? And don't mention my family."

Mythian thought for a moment "more wealth, and As I said, perks of being married, perks such as private time behind bedroom doors, that would be much better then seeing some prostitute, and you won't e confined anywhere, I would let you go anywhere you wanted"

Studying her, Mordred leaned back and considered. Freedom. So close and the cost...His eyes wandered over her and he bit his lip absently. At the moment he didn't know her strength, but he didn't sense a threat. Slowly, he nodded. "Very well, m'lady. I and my title are yours."

Mythian smiled "in a week's time my father will be riding out for the knighting of tour brother Gawain, you can ask him then" she decided, she had a smug smile, the satisfaction that she had gotten her way was washing over her.

"I'm thrilled," he sighed. There was a smugness to her that rubbed at his nerves. Irritating woman, but at least their "engagement" was just a way for them to achieve their goals. "Is that all you wanted?" he asked, eyes drifting closed.